What You Get

At night, we surface like worms.
We like to think of ourselves

As healthy, helpful earthworms,
The kind that aerate the soil,

Not parasitic hookworms
Or anything so cruel,

But honestly, we’re not sure.
We emerge from your damp sleeps,

Squirming around in your thoughts.
Do you have any idea

How deep we go in your skull?
Try pulling one of us out,

All the way out, early bird.
Haul too hard, and we’ll snap back.